nicksherman9
10-02-2014, 07:31 AM
Hearing a scream bellow from afar, Timmy pops up in his bed. It’s the Queen! She’s being captured!
It’s a school night, and with his alarm clock shining ten-thirty at him, he’s yet to sleep a wink. Knights don’t need to sleep, he tells himself. They need to be out protecting the castle, doing honorable things like battling, rescuing, slaying. They don’t just lay nuzzled in their Transformers bed set, while the Queen is being captured by the evil King Herod. That’s what peasants do.
He slowly gets up out of bed and turns on the light. Keep quiet. Though, the brave Knight has the courage to do battle with a fire-breathing dragon, he does not want to face the wrath of mom if she catches him playing past his bed time. He’ll move in silence, but he must save the Queen.
See, Timmy’s father was a knight, too. The greatest knight that ever lived, as a matter of fact, and before he died in battle, his father taught him to protect the Queen at all costs. It’s priority number one in the Oath of Knighthood. And,if he doesn’t get to her soon, she’ll be forced to live in the clutches of the King Herod, spending an eternity doing his laundry and cleaning his room. The life of a slave.
Townspeople are now gathered in the castle courtyard discussing the predicament. A squire blows a horn then hollers out: “Who here is brave enough to ride to Falconworth and rescue the Queen from King Herod?” The men look around, their hearts shriveling in fear. “Any man who does will be rewarded with endless amounts of gold, as well as the promise of marriage to Becky Johnson, the most beautiful girl in Riverwood Elementary School.”
Early this school year, after Timmy had his books dumped by school brutes, Becky helped him pick them up. He’s been in love with her ever since, at times dropping his books on purpose trying to get her attention. Sometimes he has odd visions of the two, cuddling together with no clothes on. Not sex, as he’s too young to know what that is, but more like two slugs stuck together. He’d be honored to call her his wife.
Still, as enticing as the reward may sound, traveling to Falconworth to rescue the Queen is sure death. Herod’s castle is surrounded by thousands of solders, moats, catapults, and a dragon that breathes fire hot enough to melt men to puddles.
“I’ll get the Queen back!” Timmy the Knight says, stepping through the crowd. His suit of armor glows in the moonlight as he straps it on. Town folk stare at him, in awe.
“I wish you all the luck on Earth,” the squire says. “Take this sword with you on your journey. It’s forged of the strongest metals known to man.”
Timmy velcroes on the plastic elbow and knee pads his mother got him when she tried to teach him how to ride his bike. The elastic bands barely fit around his chubby arms, but he stretches it till a bit of prickle grabs fuzz. He hands himself a plastic novelty sword from Medieval Times. The blade a dull gray, while the shiny gold handle reflects the light from his lamp. He clenches it with both hands.
“Get away from me!” He hears the Queen scream.
Oh no! Herod must be forcing himself on her, doing wretched things like holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. There’s no time to waste!
The Knight takes off on his trusty horse Shadow, cutting through the open plain of blackness. The coward Herod has left a few stragglers behind to slow him, but the Knight rushes towards them and in one swift blow, beheads them both. They stood naught a chance.
Timmy’s teddy bears fly off his bed, from the head lopping, tumbling across the bedroom end over end. Timmy kneels to them.
“I’m sorry you had to die,” he whispers, caressing their fuzzy faces. “If I make if back alive, I’ll be sure to give you a proper burial.”
He leaves the dead soldiers lying in the grass and races off.
Making this journey has become a nightly occurrence. Eight nights in a row, by his count, he’s ridden a hundred miles to Falconworth to get her back. You’d think by now the Queen would have armed guards watching her or, if nothing else, have learned to swing a sword. Maybe he could steal some dragon eggs from Herod and hatch his own to hover over the castle at night, guarding the city.
That’s something to consider, but he’ll have to make it there first, which means he’ll soon be traveling through the Forest of Death, made up of trees whose gnarled branches come alive like tentacles, tearing to pieces any man who dares to enter.
He approaches the forest quickly and races in, trying to rush through it as fast as possible. Inside, it’s pitch black, as the thick limbs block out all but a few tiny streams of moonlight that somehow pierce through. Branches reach out, grabbing him as he jukes around to dodge them. Shadow bites anything in front of him, to not be slowed, and they fight deep into the forest where it gets thicker and thicker. The Knight swings his sword wildly, sawing off the limbs as quickly as they come.
Timmy flails his plastic sword around his bedroom, eyes closed and frantic. His shin bangs into the side of his bed frame.
“****,” he whispers, coming back to a painful reality. His sword drops to the ground, grabbing his shin.
At times, Timmy swears to himself. Not just for accidental injuries, but whenever he’s alone and no one can hear him. Staring at himself in the mirror. “Dammit! ****! ****!” He’ll yell out, as no one’s there to stop him. For whatever reason, he enjoys it. Even more so lately.
A loud pounding bang ripples through the house, knocking an action figure off of his dresser. Timmy forgets about his shin. A man’s voice rages out, echoing through the walls of the house. Timmy’s face goes white, and his once mighty sword starts to shake in his tiny hand.
He closes his eyes. The castle gate had just slammed shut, he tells himself. That’s what the bang was. It’s made of solid iron and when it slams at night, the whole Earth shakes. Then, Herod screamed, “You’ll never see your Queen again!!!”
He decides he’s made it through the woods with nothing more than a small leg wound, and is in the final stretch till he reaches the Queen. The torches surrounding the castle illuminate it at night and he can now see it through the blackness. He hops off Shadow, deciding to finish up on foot. The armed guards circle around Timmy and attack, closing in on him, but he deflects their attempts and slices through the mob, sending men flying like a tornado made of blades.
Timmy’s chubby body spins around awkwardly as he jukes and blocks and kills, nearly falling over as he’s constantly tripping over his own feet. The plastic sword is flung around, striking pillows, action figures, dirty laundry, anything that could possibly resemble a person. The floor of his room once clean, is now covered in casualties. Though, he tries to keep a deadly look, as to not break character, in his whimsy, a smile forms across his face.
As all the men are now wiped out, Herod’s dragon rises above the castle. Its wings spread as wide as the castle itself. It takes aim at the Knight and blows fire, turning everything black to orange. The Knight somersaults to safety as the flames barely miss him. Over and over the dragon fires a blaze, but the Knight is too fast and dodges each deadly attempt. Getting frustrated, the dragon flies forward to rip him to pieces with its claws.
Timmy stands in his bedroom, still as can be, staring at a poster on his wall of Smaug from Lord of the Rings. Suddenly, Timmy charges forward, poking the plastic sword onto the paper dragon, lightly banging the wall.
Herod’s dragon falls from the sky, letting out a final puff of smoke, before it lay dead on the battlefield grass. Only thing left for the Knight to do is kill Herod and grab the Queen.
The man’s voice screams out so loud that it can be felt throughout Timmy’s body like crashing thunder. Timmy’s eyes pop open as he comes out of his fantasy. Another bang makes the whole house shiver. Timmy ducks down, hiding behind his bed. A pillow that was knocked over, sits next to him and he grabs it, squeezing tightly. Footsteps stomp through the house, rattling the walls, as the man’s voice rages louder and meaner. Timmy’s mom screams back at him, a desperate scream. Timmy, still huddled beside the bed, squeezes his eyes shut so hard, it stings. The front door whips open, followed by one final furious yell, and a slam, leaving Timmy wondering if the door still hangs. A couple minutes later, a car engine starts and races away. Timmy gets up from behind the bed.
The Knight can hear the Queen sobbing frantically. He enters the castle to see that Herod’s gone. Hopefully, this time for good. He opens the door to the dungeon where the Queen lay inside. He picks her up and holds her tight. “Everything’s gonna be okay,” he whispers softly, as her tears slide down his shiny metal body armor. He’ll hold her there for as long as she needs. All night if he has to. That’s what brave knights do.
Eventually, her crying slows and then stops. Timmy picks up his room, climbs back into bed, and goes to sleep.
It’s a school night, and with his alarm clock shining ten-thirty at him, he’s yet to sleep a wink. Knights don’t need to sleep, he tells himself. They need to be out protecting the castle, doing honorable things like battling, rescuing, slaying. They don’t just lay nuzzled in their Transformers bed set, while the Queen is being captured by the evil King Herod. That’s what peasants do.
He slowly gets up out of bed and turns on the light. Keep quiet. Though, the brave Knight has the courage to do battle with a fire-breathing dragon, he does not want to face the wrath of mom if she catches him playing past his bed time. He’ll move in silence, but he must save the Queen.
See, Timmy’s father was a knight, too. The greatest knight that ever lived, as a matter of fact, and before he died in battle, his father taught him to protect the Queen at all costs. It’s priority number one in the Oath of Knighthood. And,if he doesn’t get to her soon, she’ll be forced to live in the clutches of the King Herod, spending an eternity doing his laundry and cleaning his room. The life of a slave.
Townspeople are now gathered in the castle courtyard discussing the predicament. A squire blows a horn then hollers out: “Who here is brave enough to ride to Falconworth and rescue the Queen from King Herod?” The men look around, their hearts shriveling in fear. “Any man who does will be rewarded with endless amounts of gold, as well as the promise of marriage to Becky Johnson, the most beautiful girl in Riverwood Elementary School.”
Early this school year, after Timmy had his books dumped by school brutes, Becky helped him pick them up. He’s been in love with her ever since, at times dropping his books on purpose trying to get her attention. Sometimes he has odd visions of the two, cuddling together with no clothes on. Not sex, as he’s too young to know what that is, but more like two slugs stuck together. He’d be honored to call her his wife.
Still, as enticing as the reward may sound, traveling to Falconworth to rescue the Queen is sure death. Herod’s castle is surrounded by thousands of solders, moats, catapults, and a dragon that breathes fire hot enough to melt men to puddles.
“I’ll get the Queen back!” Timmy the Knight says, stepping through the crowd. His suit of armor glows in the moonlight as he straps it on. Town folk stare at him, in awe.
“I wish you all the luck on Earth,” the squire says. “Take this sword with you on your journey. It’s forged of the strongest metals known to man.”
Timmy velcroes on the plastic elbow and knee pads his mother got him when she tried to teach him how to ride his bike. The elastic bands barely fit around his chubby arms, but he stretches it till a bit of prickle grabs fuzz. He hands himself a plastic novelty sword from Medieval Times. The blade a dull gray, while the shiny gold handle reflects the light from his lamp. He clenches it with both hands.
“Get away from me!” He hears the Queen scream.
Oh no! Herod must be forcing himself on her, doing wretched things like holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. There’s no time to waste!
The Knight takes off on his trusty horse Shadow, cutting through the open plain of blackness. The coward Herod has left a few stragglers behind to slow him, but the Knight rushes towards them and in one swift blow, beheads them both. They stood naught a chance.
Timmy’s teddy bears fly off his bed, from the head lopping, tumbling across the bedroom end over end. Timmy kneels to them.
“I’m sorry you had to die,” he whispers, caressing their fuzzy faces. “If I make if back alive, I’ll be sure to give you a proper burial.”
He leaves the dead soldiers lying in the grass and races off.
Making this journey has become a nightly occurrence. Eight nights in a row, by his count, he’s ridden a hundred miles to Falconworth to get her back. You’d think by now the Queen would have armed guards watching her or, if nothing else, have learned to swing a sword. Maybe he could steal some dragon eggs from Herod and hatch his own to hover over the castle at night, guarding the city.
That’s something to consider, but he’ll have to make it there first, which means he’ll soon be traveling through the Forest of Death, made up of trees whose gnarled branches come alive like tentacles, tearing to pieces any man who dares to enter.
He approaches the forest quickly and races in, trying to rush through it as fast as possible. Inside, it’s pitch black, as the thick limbs block out all but a few tiny streams of moonlight that somehow pierce through. Branches reach out, grabbing him as he jukes around to dodge them. Shadow bites anything in front of him, to not be slowed, and they fight deep into the forest where it gets thicker and thicker. The Knight swings his sword wildly, sawing off the limbs as quickly as they come.
Timmy flails his plastic sword around his bedroom, eyes closed and frantic. His shin bangs into the side of his bed frame.
“****,” he whispers, coming back to a painful reality. His sword drops to the ground, grabbing his shin.
At times, Timmy swears to himself. Not just for accidental injuries, but whenever he’s alone and no one can hear him. Staring at himself in the mirror. “Dammit! ****! ****!” He’ll yell out, as no one’s there to stop him. For whatever reason, he enjoys it. Even more so lately.
A loud pounding bang ripples through the house, knocking an action figure off of his dresser. Timmy forgets about his shin. A man’s voice rages out, echoing through the walls of the house. Timmy’s face goes white, and his once mighty sword starts to shake in his tiny hand.
He closes his eyes. The castle gate had just slammed shut, he tells himself. That’s what the bang was. It’s made of solid iron and when it slams at night, the whole Earth shakes. Then, Herod screamed, “You’ll never see your Queen again!!!”
He decides he’s made it through the woods with nothing more than a small leg wound, and is in the final stretch till he reaches the Queen. The torches surrounding the castle illuminate it at night and he can now see it through the blackness. He hops off Shadow, deciding to finish up on foot. The armed guards circle around Timmy and attack, closing in on him, but he deflects their attempts and slices through the mob, sending men flying like a tornado made of blades.
Timmy’s chubby body spins around awkwardly as he jukes and blocks and kills, nearly falling over as he’s constantly tripping over his own feet. The plastic sword is flung around, striking pillows, action figures, dirty laundry, anything that could possibly resemble a person. The floor of his room once clean, is now covered in casualties. Though, he tries to keep a deadly look, as to not break character, in his whimsy, a smile forms across his face.
As all the men are now wiped out, Herod’s dragon rises above the castle. Its wings spread as wide as the castle itself. It takes aim at the Knight and blows fire, turning everything black to orange. The Knight somersaults to safety as the flames barely miss him. Over and over the dragon fires a blaze, but the Knight is too fast and dodges each deadly attempt. Getting frustrated, the dragon flies forward to rip him to pieces with its claws.
Timmy stands in his bedroom, still as can be, staring at a poster on his wall of Smaug from Lord of the Rings. Suddenly, Timmy charges forward, poking the plastic sword onto the paper dragon, lightly banging the wall.
Herod’s dragon falls from the sky, letting out a final puff of smoke, before it lay dead on the battlefield grass. Only thing left for the Knight to do is kill Herod and grab the Queen.
The man’s voice screams out so loud that it can be felt throughout Timmy’s body like crashing thunder. Timmy’s eyes pop open as he comes out of his fantasy. Another bang makes the whole house shiver. Timmy ducks down, hiding behind his bed. A pillow that was knocked over, sits next to him and he grabs it, squeezing tightly. Footsteps stomp through the house, rattling the walls, as the man’s voice rages louder and meaner. Timmy’s mom screams back at him, a desperate scream. Timmy, still huddled beside the bed, squeezes his eyes shut so hard, it stings. The front door whips open, followed by one final furious yell, and a slam, leaving Timmy wondering if the door still hangs. A couple minutes later, a car engine starts and races away. Timmy gets up from behind the bed.
The Knight can hear the Queen sobbing frantically. He enters the castle to see that Herod’s gone. Hopefully, this time for good. He opens the door to the dungeon where the Queen lay inside. He picks her up and holds her tight. “Everything’s gonna be okay,” he whispers softly, as her tears slide down his shiny metal body armor. He’ll hold her there for as long as she needs. All night if he has to. That’s what brave knights do.
Eventually, her crying slows and then stops. Timmy picks up his room, climbs back into bed, and goes to sleep.